I remember my two meetings with Van Cliburn with great fondness.
He was, and still is, an extraordinary musical and pianistic talent who, at the tender age of 23 in 1958, warmed the Cold War. Most of you probably don’t remember this.
As a result my involvement in two endeavors, artistic and analytical, design in both nature and human experience screams with such force that I cannot deny it. The Tschaikovski piano concerto was not the result of random errors filtered by natural selection; it was the result of human creativity — a faint reflection of the creativity that produced the human mind and soul.
About this I am certain.